New Arrivals in the Village

[Notic 953]

 As the high winds blow along the shores of Brandybrook, a faint blip on the horizon moves about elegantly. A Jolly Roger of Skull and Crossbones flies high on the mast of the tiny Sloop, various articles of Prisoner Clothes scattered about the deck, as well as empty containers. A young man steps out of the Captain’s Quarters, yawning. He is dressed in pirates clothes, iron cuffs broken from his wrists. He yawns, a small, fat dog stepping out next to him. The dog’s jowls flop around as slobber drips from his mouth. The halfling man begins to whistle a Sea Shanty, grabbing a Lute similar to that of a certain Sean Puddlefoot. He begins to sing.

 

“We’re sailin’ to da village o’ Brandybrook!” He yelped out, strumming. His voice was hoarse and his playing was rubbish, but he thought of himself as a true musician,

 

“Yohohoho, Sailin’ to da village o’ Brandybrook where me friends reside!”

 

“Gonna meet up with the Puddlefeet and pay them back, Yohohohoho.”

 

He stopped singing, his bulldog barking at him.

 

“What yeh want, Scurvy?” He said to the dog. It continued to bark until he stopped strumming, the fat animal walking off like he owned the place.

 

The pirate then looked out at the horizon, faintly seeing the shoreline of Aegrothrond, ”Almost home! Adjust da sails, Scurvy!” He yelled at the now asleep dog, ”We’ll be homebound soon, or my name isn’t Edward Oceantoe!”

 

 

 

(Best read when listening to this mix): 

 

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

Filibert Applefoot sighs ”Well, looks like t’ere’ll be one las’ adven’ure fer t’is village ‘fore the Demons do us in”

[Hearth 1082]

"Rip... Mm- and tear." Hummed the Warden, softly.